Download Photo){kind=link}
){kind=link}
){kind=link}
){kind=link}
){kind=link}
){kind=link}
Autumn came; my mothers harvested their rather scanty crops; and, with the moon of Yellow Leaves, we struck tents and went into winter camp. My tribe usually built their winter village down in the thick woods along the Missouri, out of reach of the cold prairie winds. It was of earth lodges, like those of our summer village, but smaller and more rudely put together. We made camp this winter not very far from Like-a-Fishhook Point.
- Author
- Waheenee--An Indian Girl's Story
By Waheenee
as told to Gilbert Livingstone Wilson
Illustrator: Frederick N. Wilson
Published in 1921
Available from gutenberg.org - Posted on
- Monday 10 January 2022
- Dimensions
- 1200*711
- Albums
- Visits
- 1652
- Downloads
- 45